At least he looks comfortable, no? The other fella seems pure-D zoned out.
Here’s another pic of students sitting near the steps. They have all chosen to keep their knees together, like ladies do.
We jump from 1942 to 1956 to another group of seated students. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Who is to blame?
This last seated guy–tapping away on his typewriter–appears to be getting all the propers, while Sally (far right) looks on. What a headline, Georgie Boy! Fan-tastic!
Pictures like this keep my blog title accurate. I don’t get this at all. Southern Methodist University students dressed to the nines behind a wide-winged pelican (statue, I presume). Campus isn’t near the beach; it’s in Dallas, and the mascot is a mustang. What does it all mean?
Deeper into the yearbook, bobbed flapper hair was all the rage.
Ain’t she a catch?
The inner yearbook cover offered this interesting map, with lines radiating from the university campus. Note the lyrics to “She’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes,” the first printed version of which had only just appeared in Carl Sandburg‘s The American Songbag five years prior.
Another I Don’t Get It moment.
Grandpa wasn’t the only one smoking. And evidently, supermodel Christy Turlington was there.
I can’t even explain what’s going on up there.
They laughed at knobby knees. 
They said “How” and sat next to teepees before cultural appropriation was offensive.
They looked like Gomez from “The Addams Family.”
They did chores.
And they wore these boss golf shirts.
This blog has offered up many a mid-century sorority pic–and today, we add to the pile. Excuse the descreening effect of the above image; I’m certain she did not have inordinately grand goose bumps on her forearms. (Or perhaps that’s why she looks so shocked! Poor Chicken-Arms Chelsea…)
These next ladies have fabulous forearms. One seems to be asking if she can get a what-what while she decorates.
The lucky four-eyed gal in the middle seems to be the object of engagement. Perhaps the other ladies should get in shape to snag a man, too! Bend your knees and touch your toes!
But in the meantime, snagging printed party dresses will have to do.
Here we see the staff of the South Texan, the paper for the Texas College of Arts & Industries, hard at work. The ladies are donning mid-war bandannas a la Rosie the Riveter, and everyone is up to his ears in paperwork.
Check out the old phone and typewriter. Who knew one day they’d put a typewriter inside the phone?
Pictured above are the editor-in-chief (Bill) and the associate editor (Katherine). Doesn’t Katherine remind you a bit of Lily’s Tomlin’s Ernestine?
These college gals didn’t take themselves too seriously. As it turns out, Dot Moseley lived to the age of 88. Her obituary states, “As a member of the Alamo Community Church choir, she delighted in singing the old hymns, most of which she knew by heart. A devoted friend to all, especially to her Low-Lits pals (Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes), she never missed sharing and celebrating all the events of their lives. The ultimate hostess, Dorothy set the standards in etiquette especially when it came to flower arranging, table setting and gift giving.”
I just purchased a 1943 Texas A&I College yearbook. Though the country was at war, the students still found time to make merry.
In fact, there seemed to be a smooching epidemic!
But as far as the FFA Barn Dance, I won’t even hazard a guess as to what was going on here.
I Don't Get It 